Film / Musings

Documentary Filmmaking is not for control freaks or cripples

Last week I went up to Powell River, where I was supposed to film some things. Communication was sketchy that first week and I didn’t fully understand what I’d be doing until the end of the weekend — namely, a ten-minute documentary — but regardless, I got some good shots. A new camera was in order, as the one I was using was 12 years old and guess what — they don’t make tape for it anymore. (We do have access to a firewire to grab the two hours of tape I did manage to shoot, so that’s all

Musings

Rainy Fall Friday

I was walking home from my friend’s house (she gave me a partial ride home from school; we only live a block away) and in my alleyway a tree has shed its summer skin. There was a meadow made on the asphalt, all yellow, orange, red, brown. Leaves everywhere. Not dead, not alive — hovering in that space between. I caught myself wishing that it was always Autumn — a liminal season being one I’m more comfortable in. But I know that if it were always fall, it wouldn’t be as special. So now I must make every day

30 books in 30 days

30 in 30: Day 16 (democracy has miles to go before we can sleep)

Favourite Poem or Collection of Poetry This is a difficult one. I don’t have many favourite poems as I have favourite poets, and when I look at their works there are a few poems that jump out at me. So I have two. The first is by Langston Hughes. Democracy Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right As the other fellow has To stand On my two feet And own the land. I tire so of hearing people say, Let things take their course. Tomorrow is another day.

Musings

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow creeps in this petty pace from day to day….

2009 was a fairly productive year, writing-wise. I finished Bellica, started and finished Snowbound, and started The Jade Star of Athering. I also wrote a few poems, published a book of poetry, and reached a total of 156,732 for my yearly word count. I didn’t make my goal of 200,000, but I’m not too concerned about the 43,268 difference. It was a difficult year and I think I far surpassed my own expectations; the fact that I didn’t make it doesn’t discredit my valiant attempt. (Also, 70,000+ words in July is nothing to sneeze at.) I have the same

Musings / Ten Thousand Hours of Procrastination

Poems

In case you go looking for the second poem I mentioned in my last entry, it’s not up. I deleted it because I realized it needed more work and wasn’t ready for public consumption just yet. BSG was fucking phenomenal. That show has changed my life. I never thought I’d say that about a TV show, but there you go. Some of the things said…profound. And epic and heart-breakingly beautiful. I sobbed. That is the sign of a good story. Obviously I’m too tired to speak coherently at this point,  so I’m going to sign off. Tomorrow: finish glasstown,

Musings / Ten Thousand Hours of Procrastination

New Poems!

I wrote two more poems today, bringing me a third of the way to my year’s goal. View can be read here, and my Hierophant meets my High Priestess: all bets called off is scheduled for tomorrow. I think I may put my most recent poems into glasstown as well; I need to add more to it. Make it thicker. And a lot of my old stuff is just crap. July word count: 76,346 words YTD count: 124,301 Still working on edits for Bellica; maybe done by August 5th? That’s my hope. I also have essays to write for

Musings

show me your words

So now that my weekly word-blogging has begun, perhaps some of you would like to start using those words? In a poem perhaps? You could speak of the bimarian quality of Canada (that word is next week, folks) or what is vanmost on your mind when you think of this Great White North. You could comment on the senticous nature of some of Canada’s native plants, or the world’s amandation of Canada’s achievements.  I’m talking about, of course, my pet project Poems for Obama. The end is nigh — it’s time to show me your words, Canada! We need